tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190067622024-03-05T19:07:58.451-07:00THE BLACK PROJECTOf average superiorityVia Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-24705071440806964212012-03-23T21:12:00.005-06:002012-03-23T21:25:56.116-06:00You Don't Say<div style="text-align: center;">Mock me for my unusual collectibles will you? Well look who else love unusual chotchkies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvqAORM_7Zs1V45X7zjaYEJKWDGAE5m58716gx4ZxQgE9_PiCpssgHaTSjj20HWqMRFnBAnfzVANUs7Ab9D9zjhJ-bAPKmPgwXmNYjmWMJcoCIIpI-FJnnlJdCCySl9Tv9KnGdw/s1600/IMG_0422.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvqAORM_7Zs1V45X7zjaYEJKWDGAE5m58716gx4ZxQgE9_PiCpssgHaTSjj20HWqMRFnBAnfzVANUs7Ab9D9zjhJ-bAPKmPgwXmNYjmWMJcoCIIpI-FJnnlJdCCySl9Tv9KnGdw/s320/IMG_0422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723296902838118162" border="0" /></a>That would be one inkwell in shape of Voltaire's head, belonging to one Thomas Jefferson. I respect the man's form.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDCi3nUI5KTq1w9SyI0F99rTNFJIwaMnCarCVI6jUzSEoSn3dN9cd5uAnOtIjboL1mfAwCHLeo214-bKCEtAA1oZbjpKttAeSWMETc0J8ft3-qebplBb72GJ8OuTXZxHH2nPsJw/s1600/IMG_0426.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiDCi3nUI5KTq1w9SyI0F99rTNFJIwaMnCarCVI6jUzSEoSn3dN9cd5uAnOtIjboL1mfAwCHLeo214-bKCEtAA1oZbjpKttAeSWMETc0J8ft3-qebplBb72GJ8OuTXZxHH2nPsJw/s320/IMG_0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723297455213022194" border="0" /></a>In other news, today I learned that my favorite network - Lifetime - home of such craptastic classics as <span style="font-style: italic;">Mother May I Sleep with Danger?</span> - sponsors The First Ladies exhibit at the Smithsonian. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>You know there has to be one excellent Lifetime movie treatment out there for the wives of Millard Fillmore.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQnztRT2zgjXH6t_anrYzjRaf6D9ufL2Sq0n0i1EKhyyQ-X_MvwHCM55CNmABZhqTCCMubqo-OyIG1lhOxNJCbnwYG1VPIUj875t7asosWz6Y7yuRJkx7BidNZLYccEVce7EnLw/s1600/IMG_0428.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQnztRT2zgjXH6t_anrYzjRaf6D9ufL2Sq0n0i1EKhyyQ-X_MvwHCM55CNmABZhqTCCMubqo-OyIG1lhOxNJCbnwYG1VPIUj875t7asosWz6Y7yuRJkx7BidNZLYccEVce7EnLw/s320/IMG_0428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723299368338906434" border="0" /></a>And finally...I want to play this SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></div>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-8013182945611445252012-03-20T21:02:00.002-06:002012-03-20T21:22:57.890-06:00Why Does Food Hate Me?So remember my last post where I said I am not lactose intolerant? That may not be true. The past two weeks have consisted of a number of painfully horrible stomach aches. I have had these stomach aches in the past but usually only when I eat something containing peppers (bell, jalapeno, whatever), mangoes, or avocados. I steer clear of those ingredients. I treat them like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Jersey Shore</span> - they must be avoided at all costs. This has worked well for me, until recently when I have been experiencing almost daily stomach pains as well as the occasional bout of yakking (so awesome) with foods I USED TO EAT DAILY! My stomach hates me. These stomach pains are not the "I can still function" type either, they are the "if you move an alien will burst out of your stomach" type. It is crippling, intense pain. Having no health insurance, I am left to deal with this by Googling. I now think I may have IBS or Irritable Bowel Syndrome. If anyone's bowels could be called irritable, it would be mine. I have angry toddler bowels. The kind of bowels that are set off by a wrong look or the word "no." As of today I have decided to document everything I ingest in the hopes of finding what exactly triggers these stomach aches. I am hoping dairy is not involved because cheese is my life. I had mac and cheese today and was fine so fingers crossed. Also fingers crossed that my stomach isn't just deciding to make my life hell because it can...and because it is a turd.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-3917419801869235332012-03-13T22:09:00.003-06:002012-03-13T22:42:42.366-06:00You Know You Want MeWanted: One job for recent MLS graduate. It is true the adjective used to describe me most is weird, but that was from blind dates and they don't count. Men who fill 90% of their free time with Skyrim are not allowed to judge. I'm just going to put it out there, I think I am awesome. I once accidentally lit myself on fire while cooking and did I panic? NO!!! I threw off my robe, stomped out that blaze, and then ran to the bathroom to make sure I still had my eyebrows. It is that kind of on the fly, epic problem solving that I can bring to a work place. I would also like to mention that I worked like a boss for seven years in my last position (I worked for the Provost of local public university - FTE 30,000) and I loved it. Yes I left, but that is because I lived most of my life within the same 60 miles. I had this overwhelming desire to see what life was like outside those 60 miles so I moved across the country leaving in my wake a weird vacuum, from which Utah, thanks to its liquor laws, soon filled. I now live in the D.C. area and I love it here. The only problem is, unlike Utah, there is fierce competition for jobs. Being from a smaller (compared to D.C.) town, I am feeling a little lost as to how to best market myself in order to obtain gainful employment. I am thinking of maybe walking around the Library of Congress with a sandwich board that reads, "I am so good with people. I will work my tookus off. I am not lactose intolerant." It might work or a picture of sandwich board me might end up on Reddit with comments that include "I haz desperation."Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-35765489301435000842012-01-22T15:28:00.003-07:002012-03-17T00:40:14.779-06:00He Really Just Said ThatSo I just watched <i>Shark Attack 3: Megalodon</i> on Netflix and I seriously have not laughed that hard during a movie in years. To start off I kept wondering what the hell that shark was eating to give it such raging indigestion. Then I kept asking myself if the film was dubbed - it was. Then I had to ask myself if John Barrowman really just said that - he did. Seriously go on YouTube and look up "Shark Attack 2 famous line." You will not regret it (or you will because the language is spicy). After all this I was thinking this movie could not get more awesome, but it did. Have you ever seen a shark swallow a boat or a speeding jet ski? You have? I beg to differ. You have not seen epic shark attacks until you have seen them through the magic of special effects created by monkeys missing their opposable thumbs. The icing on this awful cake comes at the end when one John Barrowman (dude got all the best lines) exclaims, "Megalo-who!?!" I must add this movie to my collection.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-80892629949427833472011-12-26T12:11:00.001-07:002011-12-26T12:11:52.549-07:00Mormon Disco Ball!<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CYbVpAwGGGs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-2560534585680120602011-12-04T22:09:00.001-07:002011-12-04T22:09:30.160-07:00So funny!<object width="512" height="288"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ggbv6R-n8BS-_SAZ7uQFiw"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ggbv6R-n8BS-_SAZ7uQFiw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowFullScreen="true"></embed></object>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-80488977049386273292011-11-27T21:10:00.002-07:002011-11-27T21:21:05.515-07:00Resolution for my new east coast lifeSo...upon moving to the east coast I have discovered that my immune system is shot. Years of neglecting my health have lead to one straight month of being super sick. I have had something like the flu, a sinus infection, AND an ear infection. On top of all that I have now developed a food allergy to tomatoes. I LOVE TOMATOES!!!!!!!!! This is very sad. Because of my being laid up for a month I have done some research and I am going to change my lifestyle. I am now officially eating a veggie/fruit heavy diet sans dairy and gluten. From what I have read on the internet, two years of a super healthy diet should reverse my food allergies and I should once again be able to eat tomatoes, peppers, avocados, mangos, cantaloupe, and bananas. I figure if I track my progress on this blog, I will be more apt to stay on track and avoid things like oh so delicious cookies. Wish me luck.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-29996832517322018842011-08-25T17:34:00.003-06:002011-08-25T17:46:24.160-06:00Did you miss me?So I have been MIA because I have been finishing a master's degree. It is done people! I am so stoked. I am now focusing on my next big project - moving from the west to the east coast. I have to overcome years of hoarding and whittle my stuffage down to a manageable pile. I am currently trying to sell big pieces of furniture online but apparently if you buy something at the thrift store, only the thrift store will want it back. Go figure. In addition to downsizing, I spent time with my cute, now 5 year old Squidgy and learned a very important life lesson. Upon seeing my shorter hair for the first time, Squidgy looked at me and told me that if I continue to cut my hair, I will end up bald and look like a boy with boobs. "Boy with boobs" - her exact words. Did I mention she is in her "obsessed with boobs" phase? She wants a pair. This will pass when she realizes how uncomfortable bras can be. Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-14418375195521026592010-12-23T16:45:00.003-07:002010-12-23T16:48:51.411-07:00Happy Holidays!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjP7zM2RGmW9rYyViVC0QLkz5bW3hxGhlFrfEAcvWfhFPKcmLMidnFLEnJ9pUty2_xSezCl2n7huq5g0dyeCqsfqKdkmPliL8XO7GHe4xp1o-rlpLlcuQhE-aNZoahbvNi3El7w/s1600/ccard.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554028251128129954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjP7zM2RGmW9rYyViVC0QLkz5bW3hxGhlFrfEAcvWfhFPKcmLMidnFLEnJ9pUty2_xSezCl2n7huq5g0dyeCqsfqKdkmPliL8XO7GHe4xp1o-rlpLlcuQhE-aNZoahbvNi3El7w/s320/ccard.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here is your present:</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuM3AotFAIHdW3jxCSk2cxtHSHCc8dlplRZuPJc60oZOv6-zowpQUgdns1RgAhoyeir94XNQXxtIisE-poy35YzTFkCeQZhb6JU_ZO1ZHRS3XRcvOEfIGjxVdODkMJgD2JWNdnA/s1600/cookie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554028503871367714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkuM3AotFAIHdW3jxCSk2cxtHSHCc8dlplRZuPJc60oZOv6-zowpQUgdns1RgAhoyeir94XNQXxtIisE-poy35YzTFkCeQZhb6JU_ZO1ZHRS3XRcvOEfIGjxVdODkMJgD2JWNdnA/s320/cookie.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Season's Greetings from me and my morbid nephew!</div>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-74818937848380957462010-09-22T17:55:00.002-06:002010-09-22T18:13:10.094-06:00When nieces go wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZi_hF_1WIeyoQ_E94RsmbFKNcHnb-UnhXworEWyhskdqeCwl3IMf3Ip0DTZBEJKcfu94C80tJkr0aHRHeshxxu9rkViRZ6Vr3F-lRp4bOb2Kd-7dv6ok382wlN6ZpFEFe8uEkOw/s1600/DSCN2016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519891102232019746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZi_hF_1WIeyoQ_E94RsmbFKNcHnb-UnhXworEWyhskdqeCwl3IMf3Ip0DTZBEJKcfu94C80tJkr0aHRHeshxxu9rkViRZ6Vr3F-lRp4bOb2Kd-7dv6ok382wlN6ZpFEFe8uEkOw/s320/DSCN2016.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="left">The picture has nothing really to do with this post other than I love fall in the mountains. The topic of this post is my dear sweet 20 yr old niece. A child I used to feed a bottle to, a child I watched grow up. I will here and now admit that I currently stalk said niece on Facebook because otherwise I would have no idea what was going on in her life - it is her fault - she should not have friended me. Last night I pulled up her page to check what she was up to and the first thing I noticed was that she changed her profile picture. From the thumbnail I thought she had gotten into abstract art, upon blowing up the image I discovered that it was not abstract art it was her, with a turtleneck pulled over her face and her underwear in full view for the Facebook universe. If I had been munching on my current diet of Starbursts - I would have choked on one. Before you think I am coming off as some kind of prude take into account two things: one - she is my niece therefore I am very protective of her and two - having gone through a wild period that I will not expound on I know what it is like to look back at past decisions and think "oh crap what was I thinking." I had the luxury of making said unfortunate decisions pre-Facebook and I admit a few post (library school can by CRAZZZZZZZZZY!). My hope for her as for all my nieces and nephews is that they don't have to feel that surge of shame and regret when looking at past choices and that those past choice don't haunt them indefinetly in the land of electronic TMI. My hope for myself is that I can learn to stop cyber-stalking my family because the less I know about them the easier I can digest my candy.</div>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-25612653043984405142010-08-29T23:56:00.001-06:002010-08-29T23:58:06.711-06:00Everyone should watch thisI recently watched the documentary "The Cove." It was heart-wrenching and everyone should watch it. http://www.takepart.com/thecoveVia Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-81385130185519291502010-07-01T00:03:00.002-06:002010-07-01T00:24:20.685-06:00Advice for my sisterSo my awesome little sis is going back to school and I thought I would offer her some advice for juggling school and life. Although our situations are different, I do school with a full-time job and she does school with a full-time Squidgy, we both are doing major work with time management. So here goes with the advice:<br /><ol><li>A little dust never killed anyone. I know that my sister loves to have a clean house. Surprisingly for my mom, I do too. However, there will be times when you have to put homework over having a spotless home. Professors will not care that your assignment is late because you can't stand dishes in your sink. It can add to the stress to be working on an assignment and see a layer of dust on something and think "it would only take a minute" but that is the procrastination talking. The dust will be there tomorrow when your assignment is not due.</li><li>Take out can be your best friend (unless you are poor and then mac and cheese is your best friend). Time spent cooking is time away from your homework. Start thinking now about some healthy take-out and/or quick meal options - they will come in handy. I am all about mac and peas. You do the mac and cheese and add some peas - you know - for veggies and such.</li><li>Plan your homework around quiet times. For my sister, this would be Squidgy school time. For me it is when my neighbors aren't partying (they party a lot).</li><li>Invest in snacks. I just realized a lot of my advice is centered on food, but seriously, a bite-sized candy bar or ten makes a world of difference when you are three hours into writing a paper.</li><li>Try not to procrastinate (see above comment). You know why I needed a bite-sized candy bar? Because - I waited until the last minute and I am three hours into writing a paper that is due THAT DAY. I justify it by saying I do my best work under pressure. Don't be like me! I am a bad example. It just leads to stress and stress leads to break-outs (that or all the candy I'm consuming).</li><li>Remember that your sister is available to commiserate. School can be tough, but it is totally worth it and I am here for you girl!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><br /></li></ol>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-8295422653235671032010-05-23T21:48:00.001-06:002010-05-23T21:50:28.506-06:00Lost!I'm pretty sure there are more commercials than actual <span style="font-style: italic;">Lost</span> footage in this finale. To quote Sawyer - "Son of a bitch!"Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-56489943466617949002010-05-19T17:36:00.006-06:002010-05-19T17:52:13.620-06:00It's Spring Yo!So I have officially finished another semester of grad school - OH YEAH! I am a tad crazy so I will be attending summer as well. In the mean time - BEHOLD ...<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrY-CTjMTnqCqmUXoS5ZiqoD27SS1ejDTOdxKAxXQHfeyxAaPhwhrmJs1xhLDT8Xk_qsUPbFamiWusafoPoXWnsSv7rMroY4K4I7VXmM-zspIjReqwXglVw8Rv5zQzXf9sEgJFA/s1600/DSCN1430.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473130013693043522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrY-CTjMTnqCqmUXoS5ZiqoD27SS1ejDTOdxKAxXQHfeyxAaPhwhrmJs1xhLDT8Xk_qsUPbFamiWusafoPoXWnsSv7rMroY4K4I7VXmM-zspIjReqwXglVw8Rv5zQzXf9sEgJFA/s320/DSCN1430.JPG" /></a> It is my garden and it is wonderful. Tons of thanks to my friend who put it together for me. You all know I wasn't responsible for that - it looks all professional and such. You may now commence with guessing how long it will take me to kill each and every living thing in that box - cuz you know I will what with my black thumbs and all.</p><p>In other news ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXXv0aWmcgJDL-hifzPzSPr1bmJWQ6LZuq-BCR6Q6iKbUxAc4QzI1H3iUL_2_mHE34Kt0xwoFB2cOw59u659PVk58E3LYLZGBs5CXuvGvKpDthVTusvLXzFf9uDz9AkkLF-ULgw/s1600/DSCN1426.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473130978372230610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXXv0aWmcgJDL-hifzPzSPr1bmJWQ6LZuq-BCR6Q6iKbUxAc4QzI1H3iUL_2_mHE34Kt0xwoFB2cOw59u659PVk58E3LYLZGBs5CXuvGvKpDthVTusvLXzFf9uDz9AkkLF-ULgw/s320/DSCN1426.JPG" /></a> Did I mention I live in my town's ghetto? I am organizing a neighborhood watch because graffiti IS NOT COOL! Unless it is cool - like art. You sir/madam, are no artist.</p>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-28290706603669494492010-04-05T22:57:00.003-06:002010-04-05T23:03:08.686-06:00Lessons learned by officially becoming an adultLesson One<br />Just because your sister tells you that the internet says to cook rice for 30 minutes - does not mean it is a good idea. Does anyone know who to remove charred rice from a pan?<br /><br />Lesson Two<br />Some washing machines do not enjoy being loaded to the hilt. They kind of explode in a mass of water and suds.<br /><br />Lesson Three<br />Fruit by the Foot will make you sick if you eat it for three days straight on a crazy paper-writing binge.<br /><br />There are more lessons but I am at the tale end of the crazy paper-writing binge so yeah - good luck getting anything coherent out of me.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-54735696176544847892010-01-20T21:12:00.003-07:002010-01-20T21:23:02.610-07:00One Amazing Man<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpuTW59a6MgmkNmSxLx7U7wiFnol1FGialLdsg7u1xhdvPNqtl2OoKC06Rg9JcVo_4qsAX1YzSdbZ2kUKbrB_vXJGV_84uQ6jKPD_hql-WnvxbI0vXWQpoJ-zu9DaeJpk7L0yQGg/s1600-h/grandpaken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpuTW59a6MgmkNmSxLx7U7wiFnol1FGialLdsg7u1xhdvPNqtl2OoKC06Rg9JcVo_4qsAX1YzSdbZ2kUKbrB_vXJGV_84uQ6jKPD_hql-WnvxbI0vXWQpoJ-zu9DaeJpk7L0yQGg/s320/grandpaken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429041385910170146" border="0" /></a><br />Today my grandfather passed away. He was a truly wonderful man. I always told people that he was a mixture between John Wayne and Johnny Cash, if Johnny Cash played the organ. My grandpa was a man's man. He drove trucks, he served in the military during World War II and during the final years of his life - he had three girlfriends. He had a swagger and bravado that immediately endeared people to him and made you want to be around him just so you could be cool by association. He could play any instrument by ear, however his instrument of choice was the organ which we would always beg him to play when we would visit him. He could also make one mean taco. He was a wonderful, sweet, amazing man and I will miss him immensely.<br /></div>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-30150928577886146262009-11-18T22:31:00.000-07:002009-11-18T22:32:02.993-07:00It's funny - because it's true!<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnNk2Al2yF8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnNk2Al2yF8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-10806535759235468672009-10-07T21:39:00.002-06:002009-10-07T21:52:03.322-06:00I'm one of THOSE bloggersYes - I am officially one of those bloggers who only blogs every second full moon. I feel like I have a good excuse, a number actually. 1 - my life is really too boring to blog about. It is sad, but true, unless you really want to read about that time I jacked up my leg on an inflate-a-slide, my life holds no real excitement. 2 - work is crazy busy! My job is insanely busy right now and I am feeling a little scattered. I was asked me the other day if I was dyslexic and I was all "um, no" and they were all "are you sure?" I just have brain fuzz, brain fuzz happens when too much stuff is all swimming around in your head. 3 - GRAD SCHOOL IS A LOT OF WORK! Holy cheese, I have assignment on top of assignment and I think I am developing an ulcer with all the worrying I am doing about how I am going to accomplish everything. And yes, I know I started with saying my life is boring, but seriously - work and school is all I do. Does that seem at all exciting? Yeah, didn't think so.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-66498779566145546012009-09-17T21:11:00.002-06:002009-09-17T21:16:39.234-06:00School!So I started my graduate program in Library Science and I am hoping that it is a better fit than English. People have been telling me that I am too much of a spaz to be a librarian, but I think that the world needs more spazy librarians. My enthusiasm can get people excited about books or cause them the scream in horror at the sight of a library for fear that I am in there. <br /><br />In other news, my cute Squidgy is still visiting and we have become very close. We watch <span style="font-style:italic;">Imagination Movers</span> together (I have a thing for Rich) and I make her laugh so hard she barfs and then my sister yells at me, "You Made Her Barf!!!!!!" And then we barf/laugh some more. Good times.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-51156182256981720692009-08-20T00:17:00.002-06:002009-08-20T00:23:41.457-06:00Lots o' StuffLots of stuff has been going on in Ferrataland lately. I am frantically preparing for grad school (I HAVE STRESS PEOPLE!). I am trying to keep up with my cute Squidgy - she has taken to peeing on the floor, while it is less disgusting than her previous habit of poo art, it still is unpleasant to clean up after. She is also channeling Jackson Pollock on our walls and her medium is chocolate milk. She also managed to flash my bits to a group of older gentlemen at a pool as well as at a local eatery. THANKS SQUIDGY! More updates will be forthcoming.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-15356570671299628162009-07-28T22:58:00.002-06:002009-07-28T23:01:57.212-06:00My badSo my previous blog is an example of why you should never blog when emotional. Oy! Anyhoo I think I just squished a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_recluse_spider">brown recluse</a> but upon doing some research I think it was a wolf spider instead and if that is the case I feel bad because I don't like to kill things that will not make my flesh shrivel up and die.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-42068339591187376992009-07-28T17:10:00.004-06:002009-07-28T17:13:50.121-06:00UpdatesSo I put an offer on another house and didn't get it because housing prices are still way too inflated and sellers don't realize it. I am really ticked about this and could write a long expletive-filled rant but I won't I am just going to go cry into some ice cream. In other news I got into grad school so it isn't all crap.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-26610016357541367112009-07-14T13:02:00.002-06:002009-07-14T13:04:19.214-06:00Some AdviceSome advice for home sellers - spraying A TON of pine-scented air freshener does not cover up the fact that your pet peed ALL OVER THE CARPET - it just makes it smell like your cat/dog peed under a tree.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-63565755079783992632009-06-25T17:20:00.002-06:002009-06-25T17:22:42.056-06:00Still LookingSo they didn't accept my offer. I offered the max I could go but it just wasn't enough. I'll just keep looking. In other news, my super cute Squidgy is in town.Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19006762.post-1767472481602478942009-06-17T13:09:00.000-06:002009-06-17T13:11:38.572-06:00This is really sort of happening!I made an offer on a house! Wish me luck! Excessive use of exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Via Ferratahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12141037772469675321noreply@blogger.com0